#Aseptic Processing

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Aseptic Processing Market to Soar Owing to Regulatory Compliance

The Global Aseptic Processing Market is estimated to be valued at USD 101.36 Bn in 2025 and is expected to exhibit a CAGR of 9.2 % over the forecast period 2025 to 2032. Aseptic processing involves sterilizing product components and packaging separately before filling under sterile conditions to extend shelf life and maintain product integrity. Widely used in food & beverage, pharmaceuticals, and biotechnology, this market segment addresses the rising demand for preservative-free products and reduced supply chain wastage. Key advantages include extended shelf stability, minimized microbial contamination, and cost savings in cold-chain logistics. Aseptic Processing Market Insights as consumer preferences shift toward safe, high-quality, and clean-label products, manufacturers seek robust aseptic systems—such as blow–fill–seal machines and isolator technologies—to comply with stringent FDA and EMA guidelines. The integration of real-time microbiological monitoring, automated filling lines, and single-use technologies further boosts operational efficiency and safety.

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Fill Finish Manufacturing Market is Estimated to Witness High Growth Owing to Increasing Demand

The fill finish manufacturing market involves various downstream processing methods in the production of pharmaceutical products and medical devices which includes pre-filling inspection and labeling. The fill finish processes encompass liquid filling as well as lyophilization, assembly, labeling and packaging of vials, syringes, and cartridges. It ensures optimal product quality, safety and integrity for final use. The fill finish manufacturing plays a crucial role in bringing biologics and vaccines to patients requiring strict adherence to regulations. The need for personalized medicine and shortage of vaccines during the COVID-19 pandemic has also propelled the demand in recent times. The fill finish manufacturing market is estimated to be valued at USD 16.41 Bn in 2024 and is expected to reach USD 30.36 Bn by 2031, exhibiting a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 9.2% from 2024 to 2031.

Key Takeaways Key players operating in the fill finish manufacturing market are Asymchem Inc., Syntegon Technology GmbH, I.M.A. INDUSTRIA MACCHINE AUTOMATICHE S.P.A, West Pharmaceutical Services, Inc., Gerresheimer AG, AptarGroup, Inc., Dätwyler Holding Inc., Stevanato Group, OPTIMA, SGD Pharma, Nipro Corporation, Bausch Advanced Technology Group, and Berry Global Inc. The key opportunities in the market include increased outsourcing activities by pharmaceutical companies and advanced technologies providing flexibility, connectivity and efficiency. Emerging economies in Asia Pacific and Latin America present lucrative growth prospects owing to rising healthcare expenditures and increasing biologics production. The Fill Finish Manufacturing Market Share is witnessing increased global expansion strategies by key market players through mergers, acquisitions and partnerships. This allows companies to broaden their service offerings and geographic footprints to tap high growth markets. Market drivers The major market driver is the rising demand for biologics and vaccines. Biologics have revolutionized the treatment of complex diseases but require specialized fill finish facilities owing to their sensitivity. Furthermore, inadequate vaccine supplies during the pandemic underscored the need to boost local manufacturing capacities through technology transfers. This is expected to drive greater outsourcing of fill finish activities to specialized contract service providers globally.

PEST Analysis Political: Regulations regarding pharmaceutical packaging have become increasingly stringent over the years, requiring compliance. This drives demand for technologically advanced fill and finish manufacturing solutions. Economic: With the economy recovering post-COVID and healthcare expenditure rising worldwide, the Fill Finish Manufacturing Market Challenges And Opportunities inindustry is benefitting from higher outsourcing and greater uptake of advanced machinery. Social: An aging global population is driving higher demand for medicines and therapeutics. Further, greater health awareness is boosting pharmacy visits and medication consumption. Technological: Advanced technologies like automation, Internet of Things connectivity, and digital manufacturing are being integrated to enhance production efficiency, throughput, quality control, and regulatory compliance documentation in fill and finish plants. Geographical regions of concentration The North American and European fill and finish manufacturing markets currently account for the largest share of the global market value, driven by strong domestic pharmaceutical industries and stringent quality and regulatory standards in countries like the US, Germany, France, and UK. Proximity to key pharmaceutical markets and customers provides an inherent advantage to manufacturers located in these regions. Fastest growing region The Asia Pacific region, led by China and India, is poised to witness the fastest growth in the fill and finish manufacturing market over the forecast period. This can be attributed to rising generic and biologics manufacturing in the region coupled with increasing localization requirements. Additionally, lower operating costs and a rapidly expanding local pharmaceutical customer base are encouraging global players to set up or expand operations in Asia Pacific.

PEST Analysis Political: Regulations regarding pharmaceutical packaging have become increasingly stringent over the years, requiring compliance. This drives demand for technologically advanced fill and finish manufacturing solutions. Economic: With the economy recovering post-COVID and healthcare expenditure rising worldwide, the fill and finish manufacturing industry is benefitting from higher outsourcing and greater uptake of advanced machinery. Social: An aging global population is driving higher demand for medicines and therapeutics. Further, greater health awareness is boosting pharmacy visits and medication consumption. Technological: Advanced technologies like automation, Internet of Things connectivity, and digital manufacturing are being integrated to enhance production efficiency, throughput, quality control, and regulatory compliance documentation in fill and finish plants. The North American and European fill and finish manufacturing markets currently account for the largest share of the global market value, driven by strong domestic pharmaceutical industries and stringent quality and regulatory standards in countries like the US, Germany, France, and UK. Proximity to key pharmaceutical markets and customers provides an inherent advantage to manufacturers located in these regions. The Asia Pacific region, led by China and India, is poised to witness the fastest growth in the fill and finish manufacturing market over the forecast period. This can be attributed to rising generic and biologics manufacturing in the region coupled with increasing localization requirements. Additionally, lower operating costs and a rapidly expanding local pharmaceutical customer base are encouraging global players to set up or expand operations in Asia Pacific.

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Aseptic Processing Industry Challenges, Opportunities & Forecast 2023 to 2033

Over the forecast period, the global aseptic processing market is expected to grow at a moderate rate of 6.13%. In 2023, the aseptic processing market is expected to be worth US$ 95.63 billion. Demand for aseptic processing is expected to reach US$ 173.37 billion by 2033.

One of the main factors driving the global aseptic processing market is the constantly expanding food and beverage sector, which is driven by rising demand for dairy and other ready-to-drink beverages globally.

Due to factors such as rising urbanization, increased discretionary spending, and the emergence of new economies, the global aseptic processing market is expected to grow significantly during the forecast period.

Furthermore, the growing demand for innovative biotechnology-based injectable pharmaceuticals is driving rapid expansion in the pharmaceutical industry, which in turn is expected to unleash a wave of unprecedented freedom for the global aseptic processing hardware market. Demand for aseptic processing equipment is also driven by technological advancements in sterile pharmaceutical production.

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However, the market is hindered by the ever-changing costs of packaging materials such as polymer, board, paper, glass, aluminum, and steel. In contrast, opportunities in developing countries emerging markets and the expected gradual increase in global e-commerce sales during the forecast period are seen as growth factors for the aseptic processing market.

Key Takeaways

The United States, Canada, Japan, China, and Europe are the primary contributors to the 4.2% CAGR forecast for the worldwide Bottles & Cans market.

At the end of the forecast period, the sum of these regional markets, which accounted for $5.9 Bn in 2022, is expected to rise to US$7.9 Bn.

The Chinese market is likely to continue to be one of the fastest expanding in this group of regional economies.

Market size in Asia-Pacific is expected to reach US$15.1 Bn by 2033, driven by nations like Australia, India, and South Korea, while growth in Latin America is anticipated to reach 5.6% CAGR during 2018-2033.

Competitive Landscape

The aseptic processing industry is a crowded one, with many formidable competitors. In 2023, a small group of corporations is expected to control most of the sales of aseptic processing. These industry frontrunners have already established a solid foundation and are now focusing on expanding their global clientele.

These companies are attempting to increase their customer base and profits by working together. Some major companies in the market are buying up aseptic processing startups to expand their research and development.

Recent Developments

Tetra Pak and Poka, a worker platform provider based in Canada, have begun working together strategically as of October 2021. According to Tetra Pak, this is expected to give factory workers the knowledge and experience to speed up the process of going waste-free in the food production industry. As part of a new training and support package, this is Tetra Pak’s first globally scaled connected workforce offering.

In September of 2021, Saputo, Inc. purchased Carolina Aseptic and Carolina Dairy. Based in Troy, North Carolina, Carolina Aseptic is committed to creating, producing, packing, and dispersing aseptic shelf-stable food items and beverages. Meanwhile in Biscoe, North Carolina, Carolina Dairy products, packages, and distributes spouted packets of chilled yogurt. Saputo would be better able to meet the rising demand for aseptic dairy-based nutritional snacks after acquiring both companies.

Packaging companies like Nestle are working with SIG to find more environmentally friendly alternatives by May 2020. This fits well with Nestle’s objective to reduce plastic waste. Sustainable packaging materials research received CHF 5 million from the corporations, Logitech, and other industry partners for 10 years, starting in May 2020.

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Key Segments in the Aseptic Processing Market

By Type:

Processing

Packaging

By Application:

Food & Beverages

Industrial

By Material:

Paper & Paperboard

Plastics

Metal

Glass

Region:

North America

Latin America

Asia Pacific

MEA (Middle East and Africa)

Europe

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Chapter 2: caged animal.

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When you awoke again, your head was throbbing with a dull pain, a vice grip squeezing onto both sides of your head. Limbs like lead, body like a casting of concrete laid out onto the ground.

But there was no darkness to greet you like before. Your surroundings were brighter, a blaring white without a sense of warmth or comfort. More clinical and aseptic. You recoiled at the brightness. That burned the shadows away and along with it, a sense of security. You felt vulnerable, exposed. Eyes squeezed shut, watery and stinging, teardrops collected along your waterline. Your eyesight snuffed out by the intensity of it. Unable to see straight, or at all for that matter, like looking directly at the sun. 

You curled into yourself again. Shielded yourself from the brightness. Creating your own refuge within your own casted shadow. There, you hid and blinked away your grogginess, the initial shock of the blinding lights. Growing more lucid, it was only then that you carefully turned your head. Letting your eyes adjust to your surroundings. Slowly, steadily.

You blinked and blinked, looking around until everything started to take shape around you. Accreted into noticeable surroundings — a white room. That was more like a box. With four blank walls, bland tiled flooring, a metal door with a wire mesh glass vision panel, and a single one-way window adjacent to the door and situated directly across from where you were. An observation room you thought. Like a viewing point into an enclosure like you were a wild caught animal newly housed in a zoo for rehabilitation, or rather for the process of it. That realization made you wary, felt intrusive to you. 

There were eyes on you, watching, observing from behind the window. But you didn’t know how many there were behind the glass. Innumerable and unaccounted for. Though you desperately wanted to, you couldn’t take your eyes away from that one-way window. To what it showed. To a reflection, your reflection, staring back at you. That was more like a stranger than your recognizable self. Sunken eye sockets, despairing bloodshot eyes. 

Your head was shaved, a regulation cut gone too far and buzzed too close to your scalp. As if overdone or hurried if the scabbed over cuts on the shells of your ears were anything to go by. You lifted your hands, wanting to feel the absence. To the prickling strands of your scalp, only to wince in sharp pain. Noticing then that they were tightly bandaged, speckled with dry rusted stains along the palm and fingers. Where you felt some of your fingernails were missing.

Such a bizarre sight only made you sit up and squint, taking in the new you. 

But it was not only because of that. You were cold, the room itself a few degrees below being a mellow temperature. Deliberate you think. Whoever kept you in this room wanted your discomfort. Easier to whittle away at you was your conclusion. It was no wonder you were so cold when you looked yourself over. You were dressed in a hospital gown. Thin sweatpants underneath and plain socks that didn’t help insulate your feet. The cold of the room and the tile easily perforated through the cotton material, feeling like you were surrounded by ice. 

The initial shock of it all waned, giving way to flashes of memory. Bits and pieces. From where it all stemmed from.  From… hours ago? Days? A week? You didn’t recall, but the taste of blood was timeless. As was the thrill of a kill, and the struggling body underneath yours, growing lifeless between your teeth. A refusal of a request — no, a command — and this was the result of your noncompliance. You clenched your hands and grit your teeth. Causing new blood to flow out and blotch all the bandaging a dark red. But you paid no mind to the burning pain or the fresh scent of iron in the cool air. Succumbed with a growing fury, an unbridled rage. Silent and simmering like a slow rolling boil, a gathering storm. Where violence just lay idle. 

You made an effort to stand but the sounds of chains dragging made you freeze. You looked aside, to see a heavy manacle fastened to your non-dominant ankle. Connected to a chain link, hooked to a welded shut coupler mechanism in the floor. Tethering you to a dedicated space like a tie-out chain. It only allowed you a certain radius to wander with. And from your estimates, it was enough to move around to the other wall parallel to where you were. But not enough to allow you to go to the opposite side of the room. 

You grabbed at the heavy metal chain. Pulled at it, giving it a few good tugs, testing its quality. The chain links only clinked and clanked with the motion. It would take an unprecedented amount of effort to break the links, but your main focus was where the chain was fastened to in the ground. Where the opportunity to break free was most possible. 

Where the breaking point was achievable with either excessive force or a constant, consistent stress that would weaken the closed coupler mechanism. It depended on you really. If you wanted to go all out at once and try to use what strength you had left or play the waiting game and slowly apply tension. You didn’t want to prolong anything, especially remain captive to whoever or whatever wanted to keep you there, or to wait. But that would be too slow of a process.

So you stood, ignoring the fresh blood trails down your forearms and staining the bandages around your hands. Ignoring the stinging pain in your fingertips as you peeled the socks off your feet and grabbed the chain with both hands in a tenacious grip. Pulling along the length of it, making it shorter, the excess thudding onto the floor in a coil. You reduced the leverage. Giving it less slack, more potential for tension. By doing so, it will not only be more likely to break, but it will be easier. 

You changed your stature, widening your stance. Cracking your neck, you rocked between both legs then began to tug. Pulling with all your might. Over and over. Letting the chain loosen, the noise of the ending chain link rattled against the closed coupler mechanism, before pulling it again. Your attempt didn’t go unnoticed as you expected. A crackling sound echoed around you, filling your head with white noise. Its unexpectedness made you stop. 

You looked around. Realized that the sound came from a singular speaker on the opposite wall, above the window of the observation room, near the ceiling in the far center. There was an elongated pause before the speaker crackled to life again. Sputtered another static string of words that made your head feel fuzzy: 

“You are currently engaging in unauthorized activity. Cease immediately. Further action will result in immediate involvement of security personnel. Excessive force will be authorized for noncompliance.”

Your chest rose and fell with your heavy breathing. Sweat accumulated on your brow. Your muscles ached, blood pumping, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You looked towards your reflection across the way, looking right back at you. Though you couldn’t see into the observation room, you felt the burn of eyes against your skin. But it didn't dissuade you. Your gaze didn’t wane, you had the inkling that you were looking right back. Straight into those eyes that watched as you picked up the end of the chain and steadied yourself once more before you began your efforts again. Pulling, tugging, yanking. Gritting your teeth as you strained against the chain link. 

It wasn’t long before the warning rang true. The door was thrown open by those promised security personnel. Two of them in all black, wearing body armor. You dropped the chain in your hands. Stood taller, more square-shouldered. Puffed out your chest and your bleeding fists clenched at your side. Already primed for detonation. By their slow approach, they both knew that you weren’t going down without a fight. 

You let them get closer side-by-side, watching as they acted as a bulwark wall closing in on the space between you all. Before splintering off, one to your right and the other to your left. They were taking advantage of their numbers. You, however, weren’t unused to being in such a position. Though your mind was frayed, your body remembered. Without taking your eyes off of the two security enforcers, you took steps back towards the corner, making sure that the chain was nowhere near your feet. And not allowing them to get behind you but letting them corner you further. 

You wanted them to come closer. To make the first move. 

The security personnel to your right was the first to step forward, while the other stayed back, hovering near. This one was more assertive, more confident than the other that stayed back. You knew the only way to deal with a person like that was to let that confidence go to their head or throw them off by either surprise, misjudgement, or outmaneuvering tactics.

So you did what was unexpected of you. You willingly backed down and acquiesced. Raising your hands up in surrender, surprising them. You watched them falter a bit, both sharing a quick look between themselves. 

The confident one only smirked. “Heh, you’re smarter than you look.” 

But you could practically taste his disappointment. He was looking forward to your resistance. 

“Turn around and face the wall.” He directed, still keeping a safe distance. While the other one watched. Still on edge, not trusting your compliance. 

“Hands up against the wall.” 

And you listened. Pressed your palms against the painted plaster. Felt him slowly move forward in your space.“So the damn mutt can listen to orders.” 

A booted foot kicked your legs apart, widening up your stiff stance. “Lost all your bite, did you?” You gritted your teeth, feeling him begin to pat you down more aggressively than needed. “Heard what you did to Murphy… mauled his face so badly that his wife could barely recognize her dead husband.” 

Flashbacks again through the blank slate of your memory. The taste of blood, the tear of flesh; a dying man’s last breath. In your mouth, your tongue darted out to a hollow space in your gums. Tracing along the dip left there by a missing canine tooth. 

The security personnel finished patting you down, but he didn't move back right away. “You’re lucky that you’re under protection. Otherwise, you’d be long dead. Thrown in a ditch somewhere, where no one would find your remains. Besides the worms.”

You felt him step back. “But everyone’s luck runs out eventually.”

He knelt down behind you. You watched from your peripheral as he unlocked the manacle around your ankle, both the manacle and connecting chain splaying out on the floor with a heavy thud. He stood up, nodded to his partner who went to the door. He grabbed both your arms from the wall, pulling them behind your back. You peered over your shoulder. As the man holding you went to grab the cuffs attached to his vest. But you were more focused on his partner. Watching as he turned his back and unlocked the door with the swipe of his keycard. 

Then you acted. Throwing your head back so hard that you heard the crush of cartilage of the man’s nose behind you. His grip on your arms loosened as he staggered back. You spun around, quickly grabbing him by his arm. Using his arm as an anchor, you took advantage of your momentum, flipping him, and slammed him down onto the ground onto his back. The limb overextended in an arm bar. But that wasn’t enough to incapacitate him. You pulled against the limb’s natural range of motion, until it twisted out of shape and snapped at an odd angle. Hearing the agonizing scream that followed echo against the walls. 

Without wasting time, you jumped over the man on the floor and rushed toward the door, where the security personnel’s partner was leaving the door’s threshold. Using himself as an obstacle in the straight shot path toward the closing door. And with it, your chance of escape.

You lunged forward, quicker than the remaining security personnel could react. Forcing him backwards, against the doorframe until he lost his balance and fell in the doorway. His upper body acted as a doorstop. You stood over him and grabbed the metal door with both hands before the man could grab your leg. With all your strength, you slammed it forward. Banged it shut over and over again against the security man’s head. Until you heard the crack of his skull. 

You dashed forward through the door, emerging into a bright hallway. In a  split-second decision, you went in a random direction. Sprinting aimlessly

down a corridor of white walls, wide windows, and linoleum flooring. Hoping for an exit out of wherever you were. But you were only met with more hallways, more corridors. More white walls, linoleum flooring and bright headache-inducing lights. It was almost like you were running through an elaborate maze. 

You were panting, sweating, growing tired. But you could hear more personnel looking for you. You wiped the sweat from your brow, then continued to run, ignoring the burn in your legs. You turned a sudden corner, colliding against a wall with your speed. But you only shook it off, and pushed yourself off of it, sprinting forward once more. You looked behind you, relieved to not hear the march of boots right on your tail. Taking all those turns seemed to have bought you some distance. 

But as soon as you turned around and looked down the end of the corridor did you come to an abrupt halt. Bare feet squeaked against the flooring with your stop. There stood an obstacle in your way. A person, a man to be exact, a close distance from you. Seemingly just as surprised to see you there as you were to see him. But there was something else about this person. Something phantasmal, intangible. 

Had you seen him before? Did you know him?

The shape of sunshades lurking in the shadows, a cut-out carved deep in the dark.

You narrowed your eyes on the man, trying to get a good look at him. But a pair of shades obscured his facial features, a half-smoked cigarette burning between his lips. He had been smoking leisurely it seemed before you appeared. 

Had he gone off on a smoke break right before the whole ordeal transpired? 

His gorgonic gaze was felt even behind the dark sunglasses he wore. It left you paralyzed as if such a gaze turned you to stone. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t breathe. You soon realized it was the effect of his very presence. 

Who was this man? Who was he to you?

But your little staring contest with the strange man didn’t last long. Before you realized it, a group of other security personnel rounded the corner. As if finally released from the man’s hypnotic stare, you reacted and tried to run. But it was already too late. You were quickly grabbed and dragged back. Though you struggled, it took four men to finally detain you, forcing you down onto the floor. Cheek pressed onto the smooth flooring. You heard the hurried clicking of steps down the hall that you had run down from. The clicking grew louder as they turned the corner, then slowed. Until you saw heeled boots come to a stop just by your head. 

Your eyes followed up from the boots, past the curve of calves and thighs beneath dark jeans, along a white lab coat – where a clipboard was cradled against a chest. Paused to the person’s face. A woman. Well, a woman’s side profile. Hidden behind dark, neck-length cropped hair where only a small button nose just peeked out. You thought she was looking down at you, maybe she had initially. But her focus now was solely on the man standing in the corridor.

There was a prolonged moment of silence. As you squirmed as your arms were forced behind your back and secured tight with flex cuffs. 

“Thought you had it all under control.” 

A low voice echoed from down the hall, one belonging to the man. You could practically feel his disapproval from here, his condescension curling around the syllables as he spoke. It seemed it wasn’t all that veiled by the way the woman next to you tensed. Maybe it never was intended to be. 

“I do.” She soon replied more calmly than you expected; than the man deserved. You felt her gesture down towards you. “As you can see the subject has been apprehended.”

Heavy footsteps echoed from down the hall. In the corner of your eye, you watched the man walk forward. Slowly, stalking like a big cat. A large shadow enfolded over you, blotting out the bright lighting. And with it came the dense stench of cigarettes. Your eyes flicked up to the man who stood over you, who wasn’t even sparing you a glance. Still, even with half of your face pressed down to the ground, you were able to get a look at him at this angle.

He was a rough-cut man with a fearsome face. Tall, strong, broad-shouldered. Light-haired. Stubbled and square-jawed; an eye-catching scar set a layer deep on the side of his face like a branding cattle mark.

The man took a drag of his cigarette then hummed, exhaling a steady stream of smoke. “By the skin of your teeth.”

Another moment of silence came and went before she nodded aside to the security personnel. A nonverbal directive that caused them all to try and get you to stand. You began to flail, not making it any easier for them. The woman turned around, intending to lead the way down the corridor.

“You’re bringing him back to the med bay?” 

The man’s voice stopped her in her tracks. And made the security personnel leave you as is on the ground.

She turned towards him. “He’s not medically cleared.”

“It’s not needed.” He brushed off her words with the wave of his hand. “The escape attempt is proof enough. Take him to the backrooms.” 

Ignoring her desire for a dissertation, the man looked away from the woman and down at you. Fixing you still with the weight of his heavy stare. He flicked the ash from his cigarette intentionally. Letting the flakes of hot ash fall and land onto the side of your face. “He’s ready.”

With a nod from the man, you were quickly lifted up from the ground and forced on your feet. The man shouldered past the woman, while she stared down the hallway, as you were taken away. Dragged kicking and screaming down too many corridors, too many foyers for you to even keep track of where you were being taken to. Before you knew it you were sequestered to a private sector. Different from the one you were being held in – the med bay. This one was all reinforced steel and concrete; the backrooms, you remembered the man had said. Whatever that meant. But it was a new environment. Better than four blank walls and bland tiled flooring. Well for now, until you grew tired from it eventually too. 

You were unceremoniously shoved into some side room. The security personnel were uncaring as you stumbled, as they found it easier to just drag you inside like a body bag. Like before, you were tied down. But not just by a simple ankle. But by both, connected to a heavy chain fastened to the ground once more. Near a drain grate. This one was shortened, no longer giving you the space to wander about in your surroundings. Not only that, your arms were chained together in shackles as well. Looser than the one around your legs that made you shuffle and practically waddle just to walk. 

You were quickly left alone afterwards. Seemingly to let you adjust. A small light bulb dangled from the ceiling, the only source of light in the room. You took the time to get used to the low lighting and looked around the room, curious and cautious. By the layout, it was like a prison cell. Concrete walls and flooring. Fronted with double bars and a single solid steel door. It was intrinsically bare within, except for a single thin mattress in the far corner. Stained with what you assumed, and hoped, was old blood stains. But it wasn’t a small, enclosed space. It was like a basement, as if it had been renovated and repurposed within the decade. It was elongated, spacious. Too open, too visible.  

It was then that a sudden realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

This was a cage. But not just any cage. One fit not just to house, but a perfect place for taming purposes. 

To tame you. 

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This chapter was lightly edited. Critique welcomed and encouraged as long as it is constructive and polite (don't be rude/mean pretty please ◡̈ ). Also if I made any mistakes, grammar or otherwise, please to let me know.

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Your art style look really weird, in a good way. It won't feel like you draw it feel like you're taking feelings and pointing them on page. I don't know how to say It, I really like it.

Oh gosh anon. Thank you so much!! I never had my art described this way, but yeah, I feel like it's really weird too. My process is nonexistent and most of the time I don't even know what I am doing as I'm doing it.

It's mostly that I am so used to traditional art, where other than brushes you also other things (tissues, spray bottles, pipettes, rotating the paper so that water flows a certain way....), that I simply use the digital medium to make it easier and faster, but try to imitate what I did with inks and water. And no matter what you do, water has its own mind so the effect is always a bit different.

In the past (before I got into traditional art) I tried to use cel shading and the 'traditional' anime/manga style, but it never worked for me. I think it's because I'm a very messy person... I like when things are uneven and imperfect... for example, my house's ceilings are rounded (dome-like, and some tunnel-like) but the rounded parts are a bit wobbly and bent, like a child drew them. It's a very old, traditional Italian house. And... I like how uneven the ceilings are. It makes me feel comfortable, I dunno. Like it's natural, I suppose. Symmetrical, 'perfect'-looking stuff usually give off an aseptic feeling, like I'm in a hospital. Lol. Sorry kinda rambled there haha

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Inasmuch as the individual no longer confronts the other, he finds himself face to face with himself. On account of an aggressive backlash on the part of his immune system, a dislocation of his own code and the destruction of his own defences, the individual becomes in a sense an antibody to himself. Our society is entirely dedicated to neutralizing otherness, to destroying the other as a natural point of reference in a vast flood of aseptic communication and interaction, of illusory exchange and contact. By dint of communication, our society develops an allergy to itself. By becoming transparent in its genetic, biological and cybernetic being, the body even develops an allergy to its own shadow. Otherness denied becomes a spectre and returns in the form of a self­ destructive process. This, too, is the transparency of Evil.

Jean Baudrillard, The Transparency of Evil

[sumeruispiss]

Headcanons for the Archons? Minus Nahida ofc (Though Rukkhadevata maybe is fair??)

Idk who Rukkhadevata is?? I don’t think that’s a character that exists- (haha lore.)

but sure I can do that!! —

VENTI

Alcoholic venti you little scoundrel… imagine getting so drunk that you end up pissing yourself on line every street in the city you founded.

that happens to him a lot.

some of these accidents have been caused by cats (allergies, can’t stop sneezing!!), some by his own messing up (getting lost at the wrong time), and some just because he was bored and wanted to pee so badly that he just

Does not stand up to pee. Ever. He is fully capable of doing it but he just ‘feels better sitting down’.

something something wind spirits have no bladders normally so he’s had to get used to peeing over the centuries but it’s never really stuck with him so he has trouble remembering humans are normal and supposed to get rid of waste somehow

second largest bladder out of all the archons, fitting as he’s the second oldest.

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ZHONGLI

Zhongli is the most used to human bodily functions out of the archons. After all, if he wants to pass as human, he has to be human with human organs.

Y’know the rumors that Rex Lapis could shapeshift? This implies that he can control the size of his organs, so he gave himself a really big bladder that was close to aseptic level of size, but still enough to be ‘human’. The longest he’s gone without a bathroom break is about a day and a half and it scared the piss out of Hu Tao when she realized

He drinks a lot of tea. A lot of tea. There’s no way that doesn’t have an effect on his bladder

zhongpee (this isn’t a headcanon I just felt like typing it out, I’m going to hell aren’t i)

Bladder as hard as a rock. Like- if you punched him in the bladder while he had to pee, he wouldn’t really feel it. While a normal person would double over and wet themselves, Zhongli wouldn’t even flinch.

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EI

Ei has not set foot in the human realm for 499 years. Ei has not had human bodily functions for 499 years.

Ei does not pee, normally. She is an archon who shows no weakness, no mercy, nothing. she also just… doesn’t eat food, normally. She has no waste to produce since she spends her time in the plane of euthymia and meditates. the shogun is a puppet. Has no bladder.

however, when Ei visits the mortal realm to get dango milk… she will get desperate to per and fast.

she is the least used to dealing with pissing out of all of the archons in total. She’s commandeered bathrooms from complete strangers under the guise of ‘the shogun needs a space to recollect herself’ or some other bs reason like that.

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MAVUIKA

Unlike venti she pees standing up. I mean she has that crotch zipper thing she obviously doesn’t really give a damn-

it’s a whole process. She doesn’t care who she pees in front of as long as it’s not the abyss.

since she’s the only human out of the archons, she’s got the smallest bladder. This doesn’t mean she’s the weakest in bladder strength, though (cough cough EI-)

I saw someone else make a hc about this but I imagine the pee burns. Like it’s steaming from all the excess pyro energy in a human’s body.

she won’t really care about who sees her desperate, she’ll be super casual about it and say “damn I need to take a piss I’ll be right back” and everyone will just be shocked for a moment- I mean, that’s the ARCHON talking. Kinda weird, but okay.

as for the Cryo Archon- i don’t know anything about her so I can’t say. …hydro archon? there is no hydro archon anymore. :)

[shinhoofood]

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[itt-tecnik]

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[extrogem]

something that doesn’t get talked about enough is the tremendous waste associated with safe practices. and before i even begin, let me say that i am not insinuating that human lives are not worth the current unsustainable practices, but that it is a problem begging for a solution.

I’ve worked in the medical industry in some capacity for all of my adult life, and the sheer quantity of plastic and latex that goes into the safe manufacture, dosing, distribution, and administration of medicine is frankly mind boggling.

The pharma lab weighs out precursors and reagents in little plastic weigh boats. after synthesis the drugs are filtered through single use filters with plastic caps and bags. those bags are cleaned with disinfectant, using sterile wipes that come in several layers of plastic to ensure their safety. the whole aseptic manipulation is monitored using agar plates, which are either prepared onsite or ordered in from an outside source (and shipped in three plus layers of plastic, plus the plate itself which is set in plastic). the final product is shipped to a pharmacy.

the pharmacy will pull patient doses from a multidose vial, or more often (much cleaner process) a single use vial discarded after the dose is drawn. regardless, they are pulled into syringes, which are individually packaged, and either come with an attached needle or required a separate needle (packaged in plastic). the needles are all capped from the factory for safety and sterility. these caps are plastic. the syringe is labeled for patient use (plastic labels don’t run when accidentally sprayed with disinfectant) and sent up to nursing in a plastic bag.

nursing injects the patient with the drug, either directly or through an IV drip. the IV bag, the lines that connect it to the cannula, and sometimes the cannula itself are all made of single use plastics.

all throughout this process personnel wear some combination of single use masks, gloves, aprons, coveralls, sterile sleeves, sterile gloves, hair nets, and shoe covers.

a single dose generates some fraction of a ton of plastic waste. much of it could be replaced by everyone’s favorite amorphous solid (glass!) and could create new sterile tech jobs along the way.

[paskuda-lynx]

Health Buffs And Debuffs For Different Elements In ATLA

(i remembered that i did this chart a while ago and decided to publish it)

Water: resistanse to low temperatures Adaptation for almost entirely carnivorous protein- and fat-heavy diets Insensibility to stale and rotting meat poisonings Immunity to certain parasites in fish and mammals Remarkable night vision With bending: protection from diseases transmitted by water Healing specialises in open injuries, edemas, general acceleration of regeneration processes

Earth: very diverse immunity for saprotrophic anaerobic bacteria and diseases which have bacterial spores stored in soil, actinomyces, some species of clostridia, including tetanus, and others Sturdy constitution with skeleton unprone to fractures and showing easy bone regeneration if such occure High mineral requirement Arguably slow metabolism Adaptations for high atmospheric pressure Medicine has heavy emphasis on burn treatments. Many studies also specialise in pharmacognosy and farmacology

Fire: adaptation to high temperatures Immunity to certain tropical diseases

With bending: resistanse to diseases sensitive to heat and fevers (will not work, for example, for pseudomonas aeriginosa) Poor night vision High vitamin D and melatonin sensivity Arguably quick metabolism Medicine has much experiense in blunt trauma and shrapnel injury treatments. Also studies heat sterilisaton, the rules of aseptic and antiseptic surgery, uses of coagulation

Air: adaptations for low atmospheric pressure with sparse oxygen Light skeleton constitution Strong vestibular system Vulnerability to polluted stagnant air with high CO2 levels Poor meat digestion Little to no cases of lactose intolerance With bending: protection from airborne diseases and sharp temperature changes Healing studies have emphasis on psychology and physiotherapy

[muzzlekiss]

show-piece and tool; a comparative study of two dolls

In the Sanitarium for Convalescent Dolls, there are two dolls set apart from the others. They are of the House, not of the convalescents, and unlike the other staff they have never been convalescents. The Witch made them, uncountable years ago, when she was still new to the art of dollcraft, and their names are Fumitory and Goldenseal. 

Fumitory is perfect. It was not always perfect, of course; even a Witch seldom does something correctly the very first time. Piece by porcelain piece, iteration upon iteration, it has been refined into what it stands as now: a masterpiece of its mistress’ art. Its proportions are exquisite, tall for a doll, the better to heighten the cervine elegance of its limbs. Its joints glide in their housings with such velvet silence that, if it were not for the intricate flourishes of overglaze upon its porcelain, the uninitiated might mistake it for a human girl; a dancer, perhaps, for who else carries their body in such weightless poise? Its hair is dark and luxuriant, its eyes tranquil yet alert, its mind still and clear, and it possesses many pleasing talents in addition to its impeccable service.  It plays the piano exquisitely, it sings, it writes, it plays chess, it has mastered every form of tea ceremony available, each skill richly cultivated by tens of years of study and practice. Its duties, as administrator of the Sanitarium and personal attendant to the Witch, are many, and it is equal to each in turn.

But let’s not talk any more about Fumitory. We aren’t convalescent dolls, excitedly trading stories of their eldest sister’s talent and Stillness, hoping to be just like it when the mending is done. Let’s move on to Goldenseal, a very different kind of specimen. 

Like Fumitory, Goldenseal is the product of inexperience - the very second doll, in fact, that its Witch ever made. However, while Goldenseal too has been a continual project over the years, one would hardly call the process refinement. Its personality is blunt and contrary, its mannerisms stiff and prone to tic, and its sense of humour a touch cruel - altogether lacking in the traditional virtues of a good doll. It doesn’t even possess the basic grace to speak in the dollish manner, a habit that even the greenest, most inexperienced doll ought to possess as a simple facet of its nature. The modifications its mistress has made touch not upon its personality, but upon its body; why the Witch hasn’t clipped its sharp tongue or taught it to curtsy properly, nobody can say. Perhaps Goldenseal’s  personality is completely unsalvageable, and it is simply of sufficient sentimental value that its Witch can’t bear to replace it. 

Ah, but that body - a thing of wonders, a virtuoso piece. In all the world, there is not another doll like Goldenseal. An acquired taste, one might admit; there is little to please the eye unless one holds a proper appreciation for the sere, aseptic elegance of function, and such forms of beauty are seldom found in dolls. Goldenseal’s physiology is a cabinet of miracles, integrated throughout with the hinged and puppet-strung tools of its trade, porcelain and thread and silver and brass all in clicking, ticking symphony.

 And it’s that strange trade that delivers the final blow to any remaining sense of propriety: Goldenseal is a doll-maker. 

Dolls aren’t supposed to know such things, the convalescents whisper in corners and under the stairs. It’s not right, it’s not right, the secrets that make them tick are witchly things, far beyond what mere dolls ough to be trusted with. But the Sanitarium is host to dolls with a cornucopia of maladies: stress-fractures, shivers, nightmares, stuck joints, curses, and it is Goldenseal’s knowledge of the doll-making art  that permits it to serve its Witch. Surgeon, general practitioner, physical therapist; though it quite lacks a bedside manner and though its patients are all rather afraid of it, it is as equal to its duties as Fumitory to hers. 

Rumours abound: that Fumitory’s perfection is not the work of the Witch’s hand, but Goldenseal’s; that Goldenseal was made from a witch, as terrible punishment, and that’s why she’s so queer; that bad dolls, too sick to be fixed, are given to Goldenseal and disassembled for her collection of pretty parts. (The collection, at least, is real; Goldenseal adores glass eyes, and slots a different mismatched pair into its head every morning.) The truth, however, is very simple: many years ago the Witch gave both of her creations the pick of how they would be changed, and these are the shapes into which they wished to be carved, one the show-piece, the other the tool. 

[mycochaotix]

Before you can sanitize a surface, you first need to make sure it’s properly cleaned.

Start by using a surface cleaner or surfactant to remove any visible dirt, grease, or organic matter from the area. It’s important to do this cleaning step thoroughly, as any leftover debris can protect microbes from the sanitizing agent.

Once the surface is visibly clean, you’ll need to rinse it well with clean water to wash away any residual cleaner.

Now that the surface is clean and rinsed, you can move on to the sanitizing step. What I do in my workspaces, is: a diluted bleach solution (10% bleach to 90% water) or other applicable sanitizer to spray or wipe down the area. This kills off most bacteria and viruses that could contaminate your reesesech.

Something to consider that many dont realize: you should allow the sanitized surface to fully air dry before using it. Wiping it down could reintroduce contamination and beach, for wxample, has an ancillary disinfection that occurs drom its fumes as it dries ;).

Worth considering: there will be some disconnect between people considering this due to sanitization, sterilization, disinfection, aseptic, etc all kinda mixing together.

Aseptic technique is essentially “maintaining an environment that does not introduce microbes onto a workspace”.

Sanitization and disinfection are, imo, same coin but sanitization is of a lesser degree of microbial reduction. More appropriate for getting a workspace clean enough to run a food manufacturing process-line.

Disinfection is the next step up, requiring more concentrate strength in solution used and kills more shit. Sterilization is more like … autoclave.

Some resources for those interested

https://ucfoodsafety.ucdavis.edu/sites/g/files/dgvnsk7366/files/inline-files/26437.pdf

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK214356/#:~:text=Bleach%20is%20a%20strong%20and,contact%20time%20(see%20Table%20G.

“Bleach is a strong and effective disinfectant – its active ingredient sodium hypochlorite is effective in killing bacteria, fungi and viruses, including influenza virus – but it is easily inactivated by organic material. Diluted household bleach disinfects within 10–60 minutes contact time (see Table G.1 below for concentrations and contact times), is widely available at a low cost, and is recommended for surface disinfection in health-care facilities. However, bleach irritates mucous membranes, the skin and the airways; decomposes under heat and light; and reacts easily with other chemicals. Therefore, bleach should be used with caution; ventilation should be adequate and consistent with relevant occupational health and safety guidance. Improper use of bleach, including deviation from recommended dilutions (either stronger or weaker), may reduce its effectiveness for disinfection and can injure health-care workers.“

[gook54-blog]

The silent subcontext in this research is to manipulate genes to achieve a neuter sex the goal of WEF Harari studies i.e. neuter sex drones with sexual reproduction under state control. As Harari said tge human is a hack able specie

Already they have artificial wombs that can use selected g as mates to produce aseptic offspring in a lab controlled environment

This was Rockefeller dream a human with enough intelligence to do the tasks required , but not to question authority.

https://scitechdaily.com/researchers-have-uncovered-fundamental-differences-in-biological-processes-between-males-and-females